Sometimes, life throws you into situations where you’re not entirely sure of what you’re looking for, but it hits you anyway. That’s what happened to me during our school retreat. I didn’t even plan on talking to anyone, to be honest. I was just overwhelmed with emotions, struggling to keep it all in. But like fate had something in mind, I crossed paths with him.

We didn’t even exchange many words at first, just small talk here and there. But then, there was a moment when I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I started pouring my heart out, telling him things I hadn’t said to anyone before. And he listened. That was the first thing that stood out to me — how patiently he just listened without judgment. It wasn’t like he was trying to fix anything or tell me how to feel. He just… listened.

After that, we hung out a bit more. I met his friends, we went out, and I found myself talking even more. I felt like I could actually breathe for the first time in days. It was almost like I was finally being heard, and for someone like me, that’s huge.

The next day, I didn’t expect to hear from him, but he reached out. He checked up on me, and I swear, something inside me shifted. I had been holding on to this weight, and suddenly, it didn’t feel as heavy. It was as if, for a second, I wasn’t alone with my thoughts anymore.

But now, here’s the thing: I want to thank him. I really do. But there’s this fear nagging at me. I don’t want to come off as needy or desperate. I don’t want to look like I’m overthinking things or, worse, like a stalker. At the same time, I can’t help but want to keep this small connection going.

I’m not the best at relationships. I’ve had a few crushes before, but they ended up fizzling out. They were either unspoken or just not meant to be. But with him, it’s different. There’s this quiet bond, something intangible that feels real. And the fear? It’s not just about looking stupid. It’s more about the possibility of messing it up.

I don’t know what to do next. Should I continue talking to him and see where it goes, or am I just overthinking everything because I’m scared? What if I say something and he pulls away? What if he’s just being nice?

Maybe, deep down, I’m afraid that I’ll ruin something before it even has a chance to grow, and I hate that feeling. I want to take the chance, but I don’t want to mess it up.

But for now, all I can do is try to be honest with myself. If it’s meant to be something more, it will be. If not, I guess I’ll have learned a little more about myself along the way.